From my wife’s description, the sting ray has a barb on its tail and it actually pierces the skin. I think the barb is serrated so taking it out tears at the flesh. The barb also has venom. So, yeah it sounds really painful, but ultimately treatable.

Yep! My wife and her family were vacationing at Siesta Key couple years back before we got married, and her mom gets stung by a ray. She comes out of the water and her leg is bleeding like crazy. I’ve never been stung (only by jellyfish) but apparently it’s excruciating. It’s just her and my wife on the beach, but…

Exactly. When I told my grandpa a fifth was like $30, you’d have thought I’d given him the location of the holy grail.

My mom worked at the local high school for 40+ years before retiring last year. To this day, I think she sent me to boarding school in part because it was a much better education and helped me get into a great college, but also to avoid having to see me every goddamn day for 4 years and possibly teach me in one of her…

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The first memory I have of drinking a beer was sharing a can of Busch Light with my grandfather after he came home from his job at the local DuPont factory. I was maybe 7 or 8 (I grew up in Appalachia, so this was pretty SOP as he also made his own strawberry wine and moonshine) and he’d push me in the swing he built…

Let’s just hope he doesn’t Trotsky out the same old Engels. I don’t think I can take any Mao of that.

You are not alone. I’ve used the murderer method (“The Murderer Method”?) since I was a kid. The trick is not actually believing you will die should you move, otherwise, it’s counterproductive. If you treat it like a video game (“Oh, I moved! I’m dead, game over. OK, put another quarter in and let’s start again.”) it…

I’m not that bothered by a tape delay on the opening ceremony, mainly because it’s one of those events that can benefit from a bit of editing. The ceremony lasts what, several (like 4?) hours? The pre-Parade of Nations stuff is always overwrought and self-indulgent (see: Beijing, JFC), so really, cut that down to an…

Also worth mentioning that it’s good to find a guy (or woman!) who can tune and repair your piano once you’ve got it. Optimally, you find one person who can do it all. But, treat your piano like a car, is basically sound advice.

Good stuff, and the other folks already commenting here have given good additional tips. I’d only add two things that are pretty broadly applicable.

Saw something like this in our neighborhood, minus the broken front wheel though, which I think makes it worse in some ways. We are walking our dog and stop as a woman in a Grand Cherokee pulls into the alley to park in her garage. And we watch as she comes in way too close to make the turn from the alley into the…

It’s very hit or miss for me, mostly misses. The pop culture stuff is uniformly uninteresting, but this is of course subjective. As someone who stopped watching Game of Thrones after season 2, I’ll never read any of that. The other pop culture stuff just doesn’t interest me enough to spend 10-15 minutes reading it.

Trout? Wait, better answer!

I totally agree with your point re: probabilities, but would put a slightly different spin on it. Will your car probably be fine if you take it to Jiffy Lube? Of course. I don’t know what the real probability is, but let’s say no more than 10% of cars get messed up (just picking a number).

I am literally just starting to learn how to do some of the more straightforward maintenance jobs on my car. But it’s knowledge I’ve wanted to gain for some time now. Finally had my eiphany when I took my car in for an oil change and the dealer came out with a $1,500 list of crap they wanted to do to it ($150 for a…

A major is not like your guidance counselor telling you in 10th grade that you can be a teacher, a postman, or a hobo based on your standardized test scores.You are not bound by your major for the rest of your working life.

Didn’t dismiss; just said I wouldn’t do it myself. If people want to drop $100+ on drinks and some cake, by all means. Designer desserts aren’t appealing to me. YMMV.

$85 for not even dessert, but a tasting menu of desserts? Psssssh.